04-18-2012, 07:48 AM
OOC: Hope you don't mind me jumping in
Ignatius wandered by with his cart bumping along the rough terrain behind him. In that cart was everything that he owned and he looked back wearily as they hit a particularly large molehill. The things in it rattled and crashed against each other and made quite the racket as he made his way closer to the Isthmus. Nothing seemed to be broken, at least not that he could tell without stopping and looking inside, and he resigned himself to look forward again. The things that were the most fragile were stored in a way where it would be very difficult for them to break. If one of the glass jars that held his oil were to break without him knowing that could be the end of his cart's life.
Pippa kept a constant pace; she wasn't bothered by the noise that followed them wherever they went. By now she was accustomed to it. Iggy gave her a pat on the neck and said, "You're doing great, Pippa." His voice seemed loud and weird in his ears after going most of the day without talking. He usually made a point to speak out loud, mostly to himself, because he was afraid that if he didn't he would forget how to. Which of course was ridiculous, so he would tell himself that it was to hear something besides the silence of the wilderness. Even though his cart bounced noisily along behind them.
He almost missed the blur of motion in the woods, almost. From a distance it was hard to tell exactly what it was but the way it stood suggested it was a Luperci. He squinted as he watched the figure and when he was close enough to be sure that it was, in fact, a Luperci he called out, "Greetings!" He lifted a paw to wave at the stranger with a friendly smile on his face.
Ignatius wandered by with his cart bumping along the rough terrain behind him. In that cart was everything that he owned and he looked back wearily as they hit a particularly large molehill. The things in it rattled and crashed against each other and made quite the racket as he made his way closer to the Isthmus. Nothing seemed to be broken, at least not that he could tell without stopping and looking inside, and he resigned himself to look forward again. The things that were the most fragile were stored in a way where it would be very difficult for them to break. If one of the glass jars that held his oil were to break without him knowing that could be the end of his cart's life.
Pippa kept a constant pace; she wasn't bothered by the noise that followed them wherever they went. By now she was accustomed to it. Iggy gave her a pat on the neck and said, "You're doing great, Pippa." His voice seemed loud and weird in his ears after going most of the day without talking. He usually made a point to speak out loud, mostly to himself, because he was afraid that if he didn't he would forget how to. Which of course was ridiculous, so he would tell himself that it was to hear something besides the silence of the wilderness. Even though his cart bounced noisily along behind them.
He almost missed the blur of motion in the woods, almost. From a distance it was hard to tell exactly what it was but the way it stood suggested it was a Luperci. He squinted as he watched the figure and when he was close enough to be sure that it was, in fact, a Luperci he called out, "Greetings!" He lifted a paw to wave at the stranger with a friendly smile on his face.